Cart of Pane Bianco (RGRE) (Bread)


                                            > Be Green Peace, environmental activist, professional soy mare

                                            > By chance, you have gotten involved with Anon, the heir to Bee Light Industrial, the leading supplier of wax for all sorts of other industries

                                            > He is a sweet stallion, but his mental faculties...

                                            > Suffice it to say, you are the brains in the relationship

                                            > You are also a starving college student, and Anon insists on picking out all the groceries

                                            > You feel your soul die a little every time you go grocery shopping with him

                                            > Anon takes the shopping cart out of the corral, and you continue your crusade to get some sort of environmental conscientiousness into his pretty little head

                                            "Wax pollution makes up a rising amount of ocean floating pollution, collecting microplastics and-"

                                            > He just put three loaves of wonder bread in the cart

                                            "Babe, we don't need that much bread."

                                            > He smiles and shakes his head

                                            > "You can't ever have enough wonder bread. It's good for grilled cheese sandwiches, frying, PB&J,"

                                            > With each word he puts another loaf in the cart

                                            > It's not even the store's cheaper, generic version of the bread

                                            > No, for some reason Anon insists on getting brand name Wonder Bread

                                            > "Egg salad sandwiches, mayo sandwiches, toast,"

                                            > The cart is already half-full of the stuff, and Anon pauses, looking at the shelves he's emptied

                                            > Then he sighs and starts taking down the Cereal Lee white bread too

                                            > You tune him out, and focus on the one saving grace in this situation

                                            > The tight pants you got him, that show off his massive danglers

                                            > You come to the end of the bread aisle, and his cart is already full

                                            > He turns to look at you, that sweet, innocent smile on his face

                                            > "Honey, could you get another cart for the rest of the groceries?"

                                            > You force a smile

                                            "Of course. I'll be right back."

                                            > You pass by one of the stockstallions, and he giggles at you

                                            > "Your coltfriend is a real character."

                                            > You let out a dry "Ha" and move on

                                            > When you return with the cart, Anon is browsing the cheeses

                                            > Not the wheels of artisan cheese, or the blocks of good cheese for bulk savings, no

                                            > He perks up at your approach and dumps an armful of individually wrapped sliced cheese

                                            > You've seen the ingredient list, you're pretty sure his wax company supplies at least half of what's listed

                                            > It's like it was custom made to poison your environmentalist soul

                                            > You only keep from hollowing out by focusing on the bulge of your coltfriend's crotch


                                            > When you come to, Anon is unloading the bags of groceries into the house

                                            > How long were you out?

                                            > Still, you have some pride as a mare, and put as many bags as you can on your saddlebag harness

                                            > You focus on keeping your balance as you walk down the stairs to the basement pantry

                                            > Anon grins when he sees you with the rest of the groceries

                                            > "That's my mare. Oh, and I got a present for you, it just came in the mail!"

                                            > He holds out a hemp Hearthswarming hat, with a little bell at the tip

                                            > You smile

                                            "That's sweet, babe. I'm glad you finally listened to me about the benefits of hemp!"

                                            > He chuckles

                                            > "You talk about it often enough, it's not like I could forget. Come on, get those groceries to the back and I'll put it on you."

                                            > You plod deeper into the basement, huffing and puffing

                                            > Finally, you sit down at the end, and just pant as Anon unhooks the bags from your harness

                                            > You blink as Anon pushes your hooves through the rings of a plastic six-pack holder and uses a grocery bag to tie it to one of the shelf units

                                            "Babe, what are you doing?"

                                            > He says, "Do you remember the day I met you?"

                                            > You frown

                                            "It was after the workers' strike I helped organize, at the drydock."

                                            > He nods

                                            > "Between the pay raise for the workers, and the hull coating regulations you lobbied for, you have cost me over five million bits."

                                            > Your blood runs cold

                                            > You try to get your hooves out of the rings, but they're wedged tight

                                            > Anon puts the hemp hat on your head

                                            > Methodically, he takes out a loaf of wonder bread, puts it on the floor, then unwraps a slice of cheese and puts it on top

                                            > As you struggle with your bonds, the bell on your hat jingles and the wall of low-quality food grows higher, cheese wrappers scattered across the floor of the basement around you

                                            > You start to laugh hysterically

                                            "Ha ha, what a funny joke! You wouldn't really waste all of this, all we had together!"

                                            > He doesn't say anything, just slapping down processed cheese and loaves of bread

                                            > You tremble

                                            "Please, just let me go, I won't bother you or your company!"

                                            > The wall grows higher, nearly reaching the ceiling

                                            > In the dim alcove you see the silhouette of his head

                                            "For the love of Faust, Anon!"

                                            > You swallow, the bell on your hat jingling faintly from the slight shift

                                            > "Yes, for the love of Faust."

                                            > The last loaf slots into place, leaving you in darkness and plastic